33 minutes.
That’s how long it took for NorthStar’s 3 man crew to unload every damn thing I own from two moving crates, bring them up multiple flights of stairs, put them in designated areas of my apartment, assemble my bed, set up my TV, and have me sign all the appropriate paperwork.
33 MINUTES.
My whole life. Unfolding before my eyes in the same time it takes to watch an episode of The Bernie Mac show and go to the bathroom. It’s a little humbling, but a good sign considering my general hoarder tendencies…
I guess not owning anything of value or quality finally came in handy since the nicest furniture I own is a cat tree followed by everything else made of particle board, which is pretty easy to move, if you’re a burly moving dude (apparently).
Setting up my move with Northstar (Lynn was my very helpful NorthStar agent) was easy peasy and I got lucky in being able to do it on less that 24-hours notice. The guys came right on time (like, they were supposed to arrive between 3:30 and 4:30 and they were there at 3:29) and were pros to every extent, including parking their MASSIVE truck on one the steepest hills I’ve ever seen. No joke, it was borderline jackknife situation.
The day after my move, Lynn from NorthStar called to make sure everything had gone well, and said my 3 moving men had asked her send some extra thanks my way for my generous tip, which was really nice to hear. I’d use NorthStar again in a heartbeat.